Thursday, September 23, 2010

Member: Tea Party

I will confess that I am a member of the Tea Party, and have been since an early time.

Beginning in Autumn, 2006, I began brewing up teas from English Tea Store and inviting my friend and yours, Bellotoot, into my office to yack over a good, strong cuppa.

Although I think the Scots are just about the finest peoples on the faces of the earth [The Greatest Group of All Times!], Scottish Breakfast Tea fucks me up something fierce.

I am immune to caffeine except in the highest doses, but just a whiff o' that stuff messes me up, leading to jitters and shakes and snakes (oh, my!).

I prefer the proprietary blend by my store, their Blackforest.  Bellotoot is a goober who enjoys Lapsang Souchang.

Philistine. . .

Anyway, the stuff is numsker, and I heartily recommend it.

But, like shaving, it's only bombdiggetty if you go through the ritual.
my office cupboard


Put the kettle on.
Fill and infuser by hand [or a pot infuser by spoon or hand]. 
Put the infuser in a cup, and pour that boiling water right on your infuser.

Steep a short while.

Remove that infuser.


I think I need to calm down . . .

4 comments:

¡barangus!™ said...

So there's really not much of anything that you can't get addicted to as long as there is ritual involved.

What's next? Fr. Watson?

mister muleboy said...

Please.

I eschew relations with minor boys.

Or miner boys; Chile's right out!

As is West Va. . . . .

Bellotoot said...

Ah! Lapsang Souchong is best when sung to the tune of Band on the Run!

Mythical Monkey said...

Katie-Bar-The-Door and I did the tea at the Drake in Chicago on Friday and I ordered the Lapdance Shooshong in your honor.

We just rolled in by the way. Good trip. Exhausting.